Nature inspires me in ways that are indescribable. What else out there lifts me up and opens up my heart in a similar fashion? It is the timeless story of triumph; of human beings surmounting challenges and thriving in spite of it.

I am amazed when I read about those who motivated and led their fellow brethren to freedom. A sense of awe overtakes me when I learn about a woman who travels across a country with her infant son to escape the war that is destroying her nation. I am inspired when I read about people who overcome the harsh realities of daily life and manage to put food on the table for their family. I am full of respect when I learn about people who dare to speak up for what they believe in, especially when doing just that would mean the end of their lives. I am inspired by the man who is imprisoned for 27 years, yet emerges to unite a divided nation. I am touched to know that human beings across the world and throughout time have persevered, triumphed and emerged from the darkness. They are a beacon of light to countless others; becoming a lighthouse of love, forgiveness and compassion.

Somehow, we need to keep this flickering flame of hope and love alive in spite of all the craziness that is going on in our world today.

The memory of the inherent goodness in humanity. The memory of the wisdom that comes forth throughout the ages. The memory of triumph over adversity. The memory of the strength of love and forgiveness for our own individual paths of redemption.

This is the memory worth preserving. This is the story that must be told. Everyone of us has an important story to tell. In telling our stories we fulfill the duty to our fellow human beings today and tomorrow. This is the duty that is sacred because within these stories lies the seed that could some day inspire someone to transcend their realities and fulfill their inner purpose.